Truth be told, Amelia hated the condom just as much as Troy. She much preferred the friction of body on top of body. However, she also knew that she was not ready for another child just yet, even if it was possible. Until she had the opportunity to consult with Dr. Green about this anomaly, she would do what she could to prevent pregnancy. Perhaps in the near future, she might be able to enjoy the sex life she and Troy had well before Tenley came along.

In the heat of passion, Amelia asked Troy to take control, to take her higher and higher until she found her climax. He complied almost too readily, flipping them until she felt her back press against the sheets. She moaned softly at the change in friction, loving the new position. However, at his words, she looked up at him with a silent expression. "Don't get too cocky, Mr. Marks...you still have a very important job to still do..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she eyed him. He still had to get them both to orgasm. While she was confident they would both reach that point, she didn't want him to fill his head.

He then drew her legs up to his shoulders and she groaned at the sudden ability for him to thrust harder and deeper into her. At his words, she smiled. "It most definitely does not hurt..." It felt like heaven. It had been far too long since she and Troy had been intimate in this sense. She had waited six weeks for this and it was almost too much for her. Every thrust, every gentle touch of his hands, ever kiss seemed to light a fire in her. Her body was so hyper sensitive and he knew just what buttons to press to make her beg for him.

And then he was lifting her bottom towards him as she had to reach for the sheets to fist them in her hands. God this felt wonderful. But just as soon as she felt his thumb on her center, she lost it. She moaned softly, her body building towards that sweet release. But she needed something else...

She reached for him. "Come here..." She leaned up to wrap her arms around his neck, her legs sliding off his shoulders to rest on the mattress. Lips pressed to his own before moving to that vein that pulsed with life beneath his skin. Slowly, she allowed her fangs to pierce the skin, drawing out his blood into her lips as her body finally achieved orgasm. She felt herself convulse around him. And when she had come down from her high, she closed the bite wound, licking it and allowing her saliva to seal it.